Headspace supersport
Oct. 15th, 2005 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezOk, now that's strange. While I'll cop to being a lot of a hacker (in the 'pulling things to bits to see how they work' rather than the 'tedious spotty oik breaking into computers the hard way' sense) it's been a long while since I've wanted to tinker with code at a weekend rather than stare into space, write things or potter about on a pushbike.
As long as it doesn't take over (which it won't; too many other interesting things to be doing and it usually feels like there's not enough time to be doing them in. I look forward to the splendid day when the interesting-thing-discovery enterprise becomes self-fuelling and I won't be able to be bored or slothful, even if I wanted to be), it's pretty damn fine with me. I lay the blame partly with QT for being rammed with interesting data types and partly on guzzling fish-pills for the last couple of months. Now, I have no particular idea if my newly-rediscovered power of concentration is something real or a useful placebo. I don't think I honestly care. I'm just having fun with a working brain.
Interesting data types? Whit? I can't say I'm too sure about this myself, since it only just ocurred, but...
It seems bloody painful when transliterating a flesh-and-blood problem into MFTL to have to brickhammer the square-pegged data into the craply rounded data-holes that $lingo graciously provides. Thus far, I've not had to stop (for too long) and wonder how I'm going to usefully represent something w/o needing to write a pile of extra code to get it in and out of %shonky_type.
Probably.
Meanwhile, the bloke who's been beating my musculature into some shape approaching human (rather than 'shambling homunculus') suggested I might try giving up cheese for a fortnight, to see what happens. It sounded like a laugh, so I thought I'd give it a crack.
... And this afternoon, just after I'd consumed a mid-compilation banana and was eyeing up the rest of a Kitkat (bunged it in the fridge in my cube for next week) I had a sudden urge for a cheese and pickle sarnie.
(Where in hell did that come from?)
Later, in the gym, I was tortured by thoughts of Wensleydale.
(Someone's having a laugh. I like a bit of cheese, in its place mind, but this is silly.)
During the drive home, I was half-convinced to scoff what was in the fridge (the Wensleydale, some Double Gloucester and that old standby, extra mature Cheddar. And some Red Leicester. Oh, and the Emmenthal) and start the experiment the day after.
(What?! When did I turn into some grim sitcom cliche? Bugger that.)
So I remained cheerily cheese-free.
Not helped by the bloody telly. You know how when you break up with someone, every bloody song on the wireless is a bizarre reminder of them or the exploded relationship? Well, Friday night was cheese advertising night as far as Telewest was concerned. I mean, I've never seen Tesco bigging up the stuff before, but there it was tonight; all 625 lines of it.
Bastards.
I wish I'd checked that code into my home CVS server now. Bugger. Oh well, there's LJ-antagonistic Perl to write and pencil shops to visit instead.
As long as it doesn't take over (which it won't; too many other interesting things to be doing and it usually feels like there's not enough time to be doing them in. I look forward to the splendid day when the interesting-thing-discovery enterprise becomes self-fuelling and I won't be able to be bored or slothful, even if I wanted to be), it's pretty damn fine with me. I lay the blame partly with QT for being rammed with interesting data types and partly on guzzling fish-pills for the last couple of months. Now, I have no particular idea if my newly-rediscovered power of concentration is something real or a useful placebo. I don't think I honestly care. I'm just having fun with a working brain.
Interesting data types? Whit? I can't say I'm too sure about this myself, since it only just ocurred, but...
It seems bloody painful when transliterating a flesh-and-blood problem into MFTL to have to brickhammer the square-pegged data into the craply rounded data-holes that $lingo graciously provides. Thus far, I've not had to stop (for too long) and wonder how I'm going to usefully represent something w/o needing to write a pile of extra code to get it in and out of %shonky_type.
Probably.
Meanwhile, the bloke who's been beating my musculature into some shape approaching human (rather than 'shambling homunculus') suggested I might try giving up cheese for a fortnight, to see what happens. It sounded like a laugh, so I thought I'd give it a crack.
... And this afternoon, just after I'd consumed a mid-compilation banana and was eyeing up the rest of a Kitkat (bunged it in the fridge in my cube for next week) I had a sudden urge for a cheese and pickle sarnie.
(Where in hell did that come from?)
Later, in the gym, I was tortured by thoughts of Wensleydale.
(Someone's having a laugh. I like a bit of cheese, in its place mind, but this is silly.)
During the drive home, I was half-convinced to scoff what was in the fridge (the Wensleydale, some Double Gloucester and that old standby, extra mature Cheddar. And some Red Leicester. Oh, and the Emmenthal) and start the experiment the day after.
(What?! When did I turn into some grim sitcom cliche? Bugger that.)
So I remained cheerily cheese-free.
Not helped by the bloody telly. You know how when you break up with someone, every bloody song on the wireless is a bizarre reminder of them or the exploded relationship? Well, Friday night was cheese advertising night as far as Telewest was concerned. I mean, I've never seen Tesco bigging up the stuff before, but there it was tonight; all 625 lines of it.
Bastards.
I wish I'd checked that code into my home CVS server now. Bugger. Oh well, there's LJ-antagonistic Perl to write and pencil shops to visit instead.
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Date: 2005-10-15 10:51 am (UTC)Somebody sound the cheese alarm!
What dose of fish pills are you taking ? Maybe I'll try a few more. I could do with more concentration.
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Date: 2005-10-15 11:51 am (UTC)Just thought you'd like to know, like.
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Date: 2005-10-15 05:25 pm (UTC)I'm concerned, WHO is beating up your body? Are you paying for this? *concerned look*
Give up cheese? Is he on crack? Is he concerned that you're allergic or that he feels it is not healthy? (I know many people who have a dairy allergy and get splitting headaches if they ingest too much dairy.)
Either way, good to hear the brain is chugging along well.
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Date: 2005-10-15 11:13 pm (UTC)If you recall, I'd been to see the Ornithologist about my (completely buggered) neck & shoulders. While that sort-of-worked, it also triggered migraines, so I stopped.
Sports-massage bloke is a lot more use. We were talking about my gym regimen, and he suggested that I give up cheese for a fortnight (until I see him next) to see if it makes any difference to the last of the lard that I'm having trouble shifting.
Remember how I was rake-thin when I first went to Chicago? I want that again, only with muscle definition.
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Date: 2005-10-16 08:45 pm (UTC)Andrew.